Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Firefly Tides ❯ Old Faces, New Faces ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Firefly Tides

Author name: CherryStain

Author email: CherryStain@hotmail.com

Category: Drama/Angst

Rating for this chapter: This chapter is probably pg-13. Nothing too heavy, just a lot of arguing.

Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, FB, QTTA, Gundam Wing.

Summary: Harry, forever The-Boy-Who-Just-Wouldn't-Die meets familiar faces after thinking them dead for over Five-Hundred Years. Crossover with Gundam Wing, will have slash, though won't be centered on it. Harry Potter canon characters make an appearance!

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Gundam Wing is the property of… someone, and that's not me, so… the uses of these characters are in no way profitable to me.

Authors Notes: Hey! Wow, I'm writing these chapters a lot faster than I anticipated. Anyways, you'll finally see some more Harry Potter Canon characters um… not much else to write except, Review!

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Chapter Two- Old Faces, New Faces

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"I think something's wrong here do you think something's wrong here `cause I think something's wrong here and did I mentioned I`m terrified of heights `cause if I haven't I-"

"Shut it Finnigan!"

"Sorry."

"Now, if we just remain calm, collected, and find out exactly were we are, we can figure this out."

Severus Snape, Seamus Finnegan, Hermione Granger, and Draco Malfoy were currently very high up in the air on the roof of what appeared to be a massive concrete building.

"Professor Snape?"

"Yes Mister Malfoy?"

"Why exactly are we here and what-" Whatever he was going to say was cut short by a thump behind where they were all standing and then a yell.

"Hey, you! Raise your arms in the air!"

All four turned to stare at the five or so people that now stood behind them. Pointing guns. At them. They hastily brought their arms above their heads, a little difficult considering how they had a large golden chain around all four of them. Snape quickly yanked off the chain, pulling the clasp apart and jammed it into the front of his robes as he brought his arms up, the necklace collecting at the bottom of the shirt he was wearing under his robe. Considering it was just a rather large but not terribly lethal necklace, and the visibility was near zero, the guards said nothing about it.

"Who are you? Do you have clearance to be here?" A man who looked younger than a fifth year said. A man/woman (for it was unclear as to what his/her gender was) gave the speaker of the question a withering look as if to say `of *course* they don't have clearance you idiot!'

He looked flustered under the gaze but turned back to the strange group. "What are you doing here?"

"I don't-" Snape hissed for Draco to keep his mouth shut and he did. Snape's mind was working furiously, trying to figure out where the hell they were: the strange golden necklace portkey that the headmaster had given him was supposed to take him to get help should they ever need it. Dumbledore had said that . . . well, he actually hadn't said much. Dumbledore had a strange habit of talking without really telling you much. One thing that really made no sense was that the Headmaster had made it clear that the portkey wouldn't actually take them anywhere. Portkey's were *supposed* to take you somewhere. I mean, shouldn't they be in the castle at least? They'd been inside the castle a mere moment ago; they still smelled of the ashes . . .[1]

He snapped out of his thoughts when one of the large-burly-gun-wielding men tugged sharply on his arm, pulling him towards the trapdoor they had come through.

"Hey Roger, look at the clothes on this group? I have no idea how they got in here but they sure as hell aren't a part of Oz, unless the interrogators are finished playing with 02 and like their men in dresses." Snape growled a bit, he didn't understand most of what had been said, but he understood enough to be offended.

"We'll get them talking later on." Snape didn't like the tone of the man's voice, he sounded like a death eater who had stumbled across a small defenseless muggle, "Take him to the holding cell with the others, Vlad, and I'll report this to Zechs via video phone. After she heard about the Pilots showing up, she wanted information on *anything* strange."

"To the others? But-" the man/woman spluttered at the large burly man who had been gripping Snape's arm and who had made the last comment.

"Its under the most guard at the moment. We'll move them later."

"Okay. . . if you're sure. . ."

Two of the five soldiers went down a different path, fading into the barely lit corridor. Snape took a moment to look around himself. There really wasn't much to see. Random doors on either side of them, four walls of metal, with strange glowing balls of light.

~'light bulbs'~

He'd taken Muggle Studies for a year back in his days at Hogwarts (though he'd hated it at the time) and he still remembered some of the names for the odd contraptions that Muggles made to sustain themselves without magic. Clever.

The group of three soldiers, three students, and one Professor twisted down so many corridors they could have doubled back and the wizards wouldn't have realized it. Finally, they came up to a heavy iron door, thicker than any of the doors they'd seen so far. There were two guards at the door who strongly resembled Crabbe and Goyle senior. They dully turned their heads towards the approaching group.

"State yur purpurs." Slightly slurred, a whistle noise coming out between the gap in the guy's front teeth. Both were wearing the same brown uniform that the soldiers holding them captive were wearing.

"We found this strange group lurking about on the roof. Open the door."

The Crabbe/Goyle look-a-likes nodded together than both turned towards the door. On either side of the door were two strange control panels. They typed in a code, most likely synchronized, and the door hissed open. The three guards holding on to the wizards pushed them in, with more force than was obviously needed. Snape stayed standing, but the other three went stumbling for the door. The door was slammed closed and they were surrounded by near darkness. A snicker sounded from behind them. All four of them turned towards the other occupants of the room.

Two guards and a door thicker than any of the others for these two? The two other captives were no older than 5th years! Not for the first time, Snape wondered where Dumbledore had sent him.

One boy sat cross-legged on the floor, the one who had most likely snickered as he was still fighting off a smirk. He was obviously of Chinese descent. He was wearing a black and blue piloting jacket with red piping and dark colored pants [2]. It looked like something he'd seen once on muggle television for aviators. His black hair was pulled back into a too-tight looking ponytail.

The other young man (for there were two in the room) was looking at him with a tense expression. His dark eyes- most likely blue- where trained on him, not blinking, not saying a word. He was wearing a top similar to the other boy, but instead of pants, he had spandex shorts on under. Snape frowned at that. For a person who'd lived with high-necked robes on for most of his life, the shorts were positively indecent.

The boy was standing against a wall directly across from him and to the left of the Chinese boy. He seemed to be favoring his right arm. His hair reminded Snape of Potter's, but this boy was definitely Japanese.

"It's not polite to stare." Snape sent a surprised glance over to the boy sitting on the floor who now had his black eyes trained on Snape's identical black eyes.

"I apologize. I-" Snape was cut off as the door to the room was opened again. This time two soldiers came in half holding up a third figure.

"Hey guys, miss me?" The third figure was dropped onto the floor of the cell without a word and turned to walk away.

"What? No goodbye? It's not right to just walk away, didn't your mother ever tell you that?" One of the figures turned back and gave a kick to the person leg; he curled a bit in on himself but didn't cry out.

"My mother killed herself after you killed my brother and father, Gundam Pilot. If the Count didn't want you and your friends around, I'd kill you myself." He spat at the person's feet before walking out, shutting the door behind him. Snape was more than a little alarmed. Killing? Whoever this boy was- he was too young to be killing people.

"You can't kill the Shinigami bastard!" [3] Snape watched as the American boy-Snape could tell by his accent- pick himself up gingerly, using the wall as support. From his back, Snape could tell that he was wearing the same jacket as the other two, but with a pair of dark jeans. He turned away from the door and glanced behind him towards the other occupants of the room. Snape saw that he had at least a meter and a half's worth of brown hair in a long braid. Even though the hair and his long eyelashes gave him a bit of a feminine look; his build-although slight- was definitely masculine, as was his voice and the rest of his face. He had surreal violet colored eyes, one of which was blackened and starting to swell. Both eyes swept over the group, and then did a double take. They widened so much Snape feared they would fall right out.

"Masaka (impossible). . ." Snape looked shrewdly at the boy. Was that Japanese? The boy snapped out of whatever trance he'd been in.

"Who the hell are you! You're dead!"

Snape had the sudden urge to roll his eyes. He fought it down. "I assure you, whoever you are, that we are not."

The brown haired boy backed into the wall, seemingly frightened of the four. The Chinese boy with the black hair stood in one graceful motion.

"02? What the hell are you raving about? Do you know this group?" The Japanese boy that had originally been leaning against the wall moved away from the wall and took up a more defensive position.

The braided youth- 02- looked furtively at the Chinese boy then focused on Snape.

"Pro-professor?"

Duo's thoughts were raging at a mile a minute, not even sure if he'd spoken aloud.

~'This wasn't happening. This was NOT happening. They were dead! They'd been dead for five hundred years!'~ He looked closely at the apparition- for that's what it must be- of Professor Snape. He looked just as he had in class that last day! Then again, his wardrobe wasn't exactly erratic.

Duo turned towards the Chinese boy.

"I think they've finally driven me crazy Wufei. What do you see?"

"Don't play jokes 02. And don't use my name!"

"I'm serious!" Wufei was a bit alarmed by Maxwell's behavior. Sure, he'd seen him joking, seen him serious on missions, but he'd never seen him like- well, he looked like a cross between terrified and totally bewildered. Wufei glanced at Yuy. He gave a nod as if to say `humor him.'

"I see. . . four very strange people in what appear to be dresses-"

"Hey!" A withering glare was sent by Yuy to the blonde haired wizard, which effectively shut him up so that Wufei could continue.

"An onna with brown hair. 5'2". Probably one hundred and ten pounds. Birthmarks distinguishable are-"

"05, don't be a smart ass for once."

"Do you want me to finish this or not? Two boys, one with brown hair and another with Quatre's pale coloring."

"Hey! I am *not* pale!" Wufei glanced coldly at the blonde haired boy.

"Correction. I see two *boys*, one of which whines like an onna, has Quatre's coloring, but none of his disposition. Now, if you would like me to finish?" The blonde boy opened his mouth but Wufei talked over him. "Right, the last of what I see is a man around thirty, black eyes, black hair. All four are covered in what appears to be smoke ash."

Duo looked even more shaken up by the news. Wufei feared for his sanity.

"What? Is that not what you see 02?"

"Hai (yes). . .that's what I see too." He stepped closer to the odd quartet, all of which were starting to feel just a bit uncomfortable with all of the scrutiny.

A voice came from the silent Japanese boy.

"You know this group don't you?"

"Hai. . . but I haven't seen them since I was in school. . ." Duo answered absentmindedly.

"From the Peacecraft onna's school?"

"No 05, now shut it!" venom was in his tone. For once, Wufei heeded his words.

"Now you lot. Raise your arms in the air. I want you to answer a few questions."

"Whoever you are boy, I do not tolerate-"

"Shut the hell up Snape! Now raise your arms in the air! I may be tired and battered as hell but I know I could snap your neck in a second." Snape doubted this, but raised his arms, the other three followed.

"Okay," Duo started to pace in front of them, fiddling with the end of his braid. Wufei knew this as a sign that the American was thinking and stressing. Duo winced and put one arm over his side but kept pacing.

"Okay," he repeated again, "Hermione-"

"How did you-"

"No questions! Hermione, I'll ask you some easy questions. How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

"What is the date?"

"The Fifth of April, 1996." A splutter came from Wufei and Heero's eyes looked, if not surprised, than at least more clinically interested. Duo looked as if he were thinking hard about something.

"Malfoy, where were all of you?"

"In class, well, we were until the bloody foundation shook." Snape glanced at him, indicating for him not to give up too much information. After a moment of silence, Duo turned towards Seamus.

"Seamus, what are your bloodlines?"

"I'm a Half blood. Da's a- well, I'm not sure if I'm aloud to tell ya." Seamus cast a questioning look at Snape. Snape nodded, watching the whole process.

"Da's a muggle." Wufei wanted to laugh at what sounded like some sort of new slang word, but kept his mouth shut, wanting to find out what Duo was doing.

"Hermione, who are your best friends?"

"Harry Potter and Ron Weasley."

"Ano (umm). . . why were you in love with Gilderoy Lockhart in third year?"

"Hey! I was only thirteen! So, I made a bad choice-" Hermione's mind finally caught up with her, "wait- how did you-"

"Okay, typical answer from Hermione. Now, I'll ask you something only Hermione would know, if you truly are Hermione. Who are Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs and how are they in relation to Harry Potter?"

"I can't tell you-"

"Tell me or I won't believe you. If I don't believe you, than you won't live to leave this cell."

"Moony is Profess- sorry, Remus Lupin, friend of Harry's father. Prongs was Harry's father James. All four called themselves Marauder's when they were at Hogwarts together."

"What of the other two?"

"I- I can't tell you."

"Why?"

"I promised Harry."

"What if I told you part of it, and you told me the rest?"

"Okay. . ."

"Wormtail, rat that he is, is a good for nothing asshole named Peter Pettigrew. He handed James and Lily Potter over to Voldemort and now they're dead."

"Bloody hell! How do you know all of this?! Only-"

"Language Hermione! What would Ron think? Ten points from Gryffindor!" Duo, who had gotten over some of his shock, smiled grimly.

Hermione scrutinized the boy in front of her. His voice sounded oddly familiar, and his facial features- but no, the coloring was all wrong! But could it-

"Harry?" she asked, scarcely daring to hope. An almost bittersweet smile crossed his features.

"I was known as that once. . ."

Wufei and Heero cast questioning eyes at their comrade but stayed silent, wanting more information. The pilots noticed that the four oddly dressed strangers all lowered their arms, looking at Duo in shock, their mouths opening of their own accord.

Hermione wanted to cross the room and envelop him in a hug. He was alive! She'd been so scared when the walls of the dungeon had started shaking. And then there had been so much dust- and then the screaming-

"But! Your hair, and your eyes?!"

"Not now. We," he waved an arm in the general direction of Heero and Wufei, "may be able to handle those perverted bastards they call interrogators- but the four of you won't be able to."

"02- we cannot take them with us. If you endanger the mission-"

"Yes, yes, Heero, you will torture me, destroy my Gundam, and kill me."

"I would torture and kill you, but I would save the Gundam." Hermione was surprised and not a little frightened by the boy's tone of voice, he sounded deadly serious.

"Nice to know you care Heero." In three strides the boy was across the room and had Duo- or Harry- or Duo- the braided boy shoved up against the wall, one arm holding Duo up while the other hung at his side.

"Itai! Careful, damn it, I think I have a broken rib!"

"I do not trust this group *02* so use my number or I will silence you myself." Duo pushed hard against Heero and he stepped back a few paces, but did not stumble. Duo hunched over, breathing hard, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

"I would trust them with my life-well, maybe not Malfoy, but definitely the other three." The two stared at each other, a battle of wills.

Draco finally spoke up to stop the boy's staring contest. "Potter, if that really is you- I'd like a few questions answered also, like where are we?"

"For once, I agree with Malfoy over here," Seamus finally spoke up.

Duo (or Harry) looked each of the four wizards in the eye, letting a smirk cross his face as his eyes swept across the group.

"Not where, but when."

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Author's notes: nope, no explanation yet anyways, say thank you to my beta-reader! And um, review!

[1] This is somewhat of a hint of what happened in Harry's sixth year. I think after the third chapter, I'm going to start writing flashbacks of sixth year, just so that you can get a clearer view of what exactly happened. Hehe, and that comment about Dumbledore talking and never really *telling* you what you want to know, it'll relate to my writing too ::smile:: you'll be sick of me evading the story for a while, at least.

[2] I'm sure I already mentioned this jacket. Actually, I'm not even sure why I'm leaving a subscript for it ::shrug::

[3] Erm, Duo's a little loopy in the head. Shinegami means the "God of Death." In the anime and manga, Duo calls himself this because he's experiences so much death and seen so many people die, he can sort of . . . relate. The reasons in my story are similar, but it'll be explained more in later chapters. I sort of tweak Duo's life story